Luyện nghe bài hát On My Birthday

Ay who a birthday?
A one two, a one two
millions
Not bad for a nigga the mud
I'm a pretty rich

On my birthday looking like I hit the
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall
God is and the paper straight
If you seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

On my looking like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the know
God is great and the paper
If you ain't seen a nigga let me demonstrate

Troy Ave the wave, all these niggas
Biting styles, flows all the board
Why I can't find friends like me
love, loyal like a dog
I got a roof on a few Vs
I ain't got no loot, it on a few keys
Real dealers know work more than cash
300K for Coke, 400
Traffic out of for the bigger flip
In a small town buyin clips
Runnin on niggas with a fuckin 30
Make sure they it, ya fuckin heard me
Blowin on (ballies?), headin out the door
Before I leave baby ask me what you tryna
My favourite thing is dough, favourite is "no"
Favourite colour white, it the blow

On my birthday lookin like I hit the
Free money, free my dawgs out the know
God is and the paper straight
If you ain't seen a real nigga let me

On my lookin like I hit the lotto
money, free my dawgs out the yall know
God is great and the paper
If you ain't seen a real nigga let me

Dope Boy a real gun clapper
ask me bout no bum rappers
I listen to my heart and my intuition
I'm only hearin shit, I ain't on no fiction
Getting women like ya boy
Then I drive em crazy so I'm wearin
My newest boo to wear a lot of Fendi
She like the Grand that I mix with Henny
Legs the ass she for real thick
Hoppin out my whip, on my dick
Ride for me baby, til you cum
Don't stop when you tired, when I'm done
Versace on me it's velour
I ain't though, I'm finessin boy
Fuckin with some gangsta shit the way
All the money like my song say

On my looking like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my out the yall know
God is and the paper straight
If you ain't seen a real let me demonstrate

On my looking like I hit the lotto
Free money, free my dawgs out the know
God is great and the straight
If you ain't a real nigga let me demonstrate

Big and the big heart in my chest
My pop gone now I'm shootin Russell West
Guarantee I'm scorin, young nigga
You'll hear it one of these mornings
And no real niggas mournin
Let one come see me when I'm tourin
Ain't the first time, I been through it
in the shine, still issue coffins
Ave...